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| Flames of Avarice [CLOSED]; Ardyn Izunia and Alana Glenn (On Hold) | |
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| Hal | Jun 4 2018, 07:06 AM Post #1 |
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Fell God of Waffles
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If someone had asked Ardyn where he would have liked to go on vacation for the Winter, he would have told them of tropical locales such as Hawaii, and of how he would have planned to lounge under the warmth of the sun, a glass filled with wine, a woman at his side, and good foods within easy reach. He'd tell you of plans to visit Italy, to view art and monuments of the long forgotten past, of where he would spend his nights in luxury. If you were truly lucky, Ardyn would speak of his desire to go on a cruise across the open seas, with no worries in the world to bother him or his desire to fill that insatiable void in his heart... Never would he think to come to Edinburgh, Scotland. In truth, it hadn't been his idea. After Ardyn had run into the European Sinner known as 'Donn', Ardyn had ordered his gang of followers to find a place to be, with no clear direction on where that place might be beyond 'not Japan'. He'd never admit it, but learning there was more sinners in the world had disturbed him ever so slightly. Would they try to take that which he coveted for himself? All he had worked to amass? Ardyn laughed at such a notion! He was the holder of Greed! Once he had his hands on something, not even the cold embrace of death would rob him of it. Regardless, of all his followers, it had been Calendine that had spoken up, recommending Scotland as a place to hide out in for a while. At the time, Ardyn had thought nothing of it... and now he regretted many things in his life. Karis had gone on and on about how Edinburgh was a historical place to Scotland, which had ended up turning into a conversation between her, Xander, and Annatielle while Ardyn, Lorene, and Calendine left to pursue their own ventures. The rest could deal with their baggage and finding some means of accommodation. During their prowl through the town, Ardyn had noticed a great many things. The first had been the general state of the town. A lot of it looked... well, really old. Lorene had positivley gushed over what what she called the town's 'medieval flair', but Ardyn just couldn't see it. When the trio had gotten lost, Calendine had been kind enough to find them a map, which even now they were following... albeit hopelessly. Apparently, there was some sort of festival, held on what Ardyn had come to learn was called the 'Royal Mile', going on. In celebration of what, Ardyn and his followers couldn't seem to find, but people were out in full force... and to Ardyn's great pleasure, he found that a great many had set up stalls selling various hand made items of worth. He'd found a stall early on selling all sorts of golden chains with gems, and while Lorene had gone about obtaining one by more legitimate means, Ardyn had used her constant questioning of the stall owner to obtain some of his own through less legitimate means. "My friends, I must say, I had thought this day would prove to be a bust... When you came up with the idea to come to Scotland, I had thought it nothing more then you deciding on a place via a simple whim. But surely you knew this festival would be in town, didn't you, Calendine?" Ardyn's words were laced with a certain glee that he could only ever achieve while he was fulfilling his favorite hobby of filling the void in his heart with material possessions. Calendine, dressed in his black open coat, a grey undershirt, grey jeans and a black tie, didn't respond to Ardyn. Instead, his eyes were locked onto a group of women not too far from them, a dazed look present upon his face... or at least, it was until Lorene decided to give him a straight punch to the shoulder, causing the man to cry out. "What the hell, Lorene?! I was listening!" "Oh really? What did the Boss say then, Savance?!" "He said... something about, uhhh... pimples?" "Now, now, Lorene, leave him be. We're here to have fun, are we not? You two can roughouse as much as you'd like once we leave, but for now, why not try to enjoy the festival? Maybe find out what it's for, hm?" Ardyn would step in with a laugh before Lorene could deliver another punch to the easily distracted man, keeping them separated on either side of him as the three continued to make their way through the crowds, eventually coming up to a selection of stalls that sold paintings of all kind, both old-fashioned and new. Ever appreciative of the arts, Ardyn made sure to stop his trio in order to have a look around... though Ardyn was more interested in seeing what he could lift. It was so laughably easy. From what he'd heard about the country, Scotland's criminal community was practically zero due in part to the opening of a building called the 'Stone Chameleon Prison'. Ardyn had made sure to do his research on such a place so as to avoid it... but when one removed crime from a location, the people felt safe. If there were no criminals around, what was there to be worried about, after all? Of course, Ardyn had learned very early in life that saftey was the greatest lie of all. Nobody was ever truly safe... A single flick of the wrist, one movement out of place, and the illusion of peace would come crashing down. No... safety lead to complacency. It lead to people being lazy and unprepared for if danger should strike... And for someone like Ardyn, who was a veritable wolf among a flock of sheep, there was nothing better then people who had fallen into the trap of feeling 'safe'. Mooks Present
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| Queen Harmonia | Jun 4 2018, 10:14 PM Post #2 |
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Queen Harmonia, First of Her Name, Ruler of the Realm
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“To think I swore an oath years ago that I’d never come back to this dismal shithole…” A plainly dressed, petite woman mused aloud to herself, arms folded and a small yet fashionable rucksack on her back. She stood at the entrance of the acclaimed ‘Royal Mile’ festival with a relatively pleasant expression on her face, but her deep, midnight blue eyes were adorned with a spark of dark amusement. The irony wasn’t lost on her. “Looks like I couldn’t run away from my roots after all, old hag.” She muttered with a shake of her head, entirely lost in thought. And she would have stayed that way if not for the rough bump to her arm which roused her. “Standing here and thinking of a past life will only attract attention, lǐng*.” The person who halted her train of thought looked down at her with a tired, knowing expression. This was one of Alana’s travelling and lifelong companions, having amassed a small group of criminals indebted to her after the events of Dengta Tower. Katrina’s darker skin tone made her stand out a large amount while stood in a very white-dominated country, and she was very aware of this fact. Between that and her leader’s wanted status worldwide, and taking time for deep contemplation out in the open was a very bad idea. They were attracting attention as it was for standing in the middle of the main walkway for the festival. The platinum blonde frowned up at her companion and huffed a little, striding out and uncrossing her arms only to fold them again in defiance. “God, such a stickler…” She muttered with a shake of her head. “Relax a bit, Kat. It’ll be our last chance to enjoy ourselves before we make for the dumb orphanage.” Alana raised an eyebrow and then slowly started to grin at the tall woman now falling in step beside her. As if under order to lighten up, Katrina smiled a tiny, barely-there amount and nodded her head in her typical rigid fashion. She could be a killjoy at times, but she did a very good job at keeping her leader grounded and in the here and now. Otherwise, Alana would have likely stood there forever muttering and dreaming and writing dark poetry about how much she hated her time in the orphanage here, likely attracting far too much attention. It paid to have somebody sensible at one’s side when you really weren’t… well, sensible. Beginning their stroll through the festival, the tigress transforming woman was silent as she examined the scenery and various stalls on offer. It was nice in its own way, she supposed; everything was so old and was still standing proudly. Building and creating things that lasted was something of a feat in itself, and something that Katrina would never really tire of during the tour of Europe she had been embarking on. “For as much as you dislike this city, it is rather beautiful.” She commented bluntly, turning and looking down at the teenage-looking woman. Alana initially puffed out her cheeks a little, as if going to say something unkind about Scotland, and then stopped herself. Yes, she supposed for people who didn’t know the place, it was pretty stunning… when it wasn’t pouring down with rain. And the skies were threatening it right now. “Suppose you’re right.” She conceded with a nod, nonchalantly glancing over and around at the medieval buildings and structures that flanked them on both sides. Oh, she couldn’t even begin to count the various times in her youth that she would stalk the Royal Mile to pickpocket unsuspecting tourists. And sure enough, she spotted a kid or two slinking about in the cobbled alleys that connected main streets to the Mile. A good strategy, she thought to herself. Something about her appearance (or rather, the appearance of the practically Amazonian woman beside her) deterred the pickpockets, which suited her just fine. She’d rather not have her funds depleted in any way. Pausing briefly in the congested street, Alana’s attention wandered again and she started thinking about whether or not there would be artist stalls around today. By contrast, Katrina remained on high-alert. Her ears twitched a small amount, hidden beneath her long dark hair in its side braid, and she lightly touched her leader’s arm. “I believe we were being watched.” She murmured in a low voice, piercing green eyes following the backs of a small group who had been admiring another stall nearby at the time. One of the males had been staring, she was sure of it. Alana didn’t look at her companion, and instead casually followed the taller woman’s gaze. Well, being watched or not, nothing had happened, nor had the two of them been jumped and put under arrest. That was surely a good sign. “Didn’t I tell you to relax?” The blonde asked with a raise of her eyebrows, pulling her heavy knit bobblehat down onto her head a bit better, grinning as she saw Katrina’s almost withering look that followed. “Now, let’s go and see if the local artists have improved since I hightailed it outta here.” She pointed up ahead to the indie art stalls that could be seen peering through the throngs of tourists. They reached the first in the small selection of vendors selling their artwork for far too much money, and Alana started appraising the pieces she could see. A watercolour landscape of Edinburgh… typical. Oil pastel paintings of various lakes or hills… also typical. Just as she was about to give up on finding any art worth her time, she spotted a pitch black canvas on a small stall nearest to the Queen’s old castle. Past this canvas was a whole host of art prints with a noticeably gothic style, and this immediately appealed to the petite artist as she made her way over. Unbeknownst to her, the trio that Katrina had seen weren’t too far away; looking at art on the opposite stall. The tigress regarded the group carefully, but ultimately followed after Alana to look at the art on offer. Alana's outfit, plus a winter hat Now, this stuff was pretty darn cool. It reminded the Scotswoman of her own art style, and vain as she was, she loved stuff that was close to what she painted. Of course, it was nowhere near as good as her own work, but it was still decent and a darn sight better than any other paintings or artwork around here. If not for being disguised and plain-looking, Alana was sure that she would have been spotted by now with this many people. She had to hand it to her most loyal follower; it had been a good idea to lay low. Her dress was positively dreary, and she wore a dark bobblehat with most of her long platinum locks swept up into it. And as for eye colour, well, she could manipulate that easily enough. Now a dark and unassuming blue colour, nowhere near as noticeable as her naturally piercing icy shade, she seemed to be blending in pretty well. She missed her loud, punkish clothes, but she supposed that needs’ must until she found out what she needed to know; the whole purpose of her journey. After purchasing a set of gothic heart prints from the artist, Alana turned and decided to look at the stall directly behind her… much to the dismay of her companion. But, nevertheless, the two women approached the stall and looked over the works on it. So far so good, if not being noticed was a good thing. And in this case, it was. The Loyal Follower Asterisk Info
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| Hal | Jun 5 2018, 07:45 PM Post #3 |
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Fell God of Waffles
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While Ardyn and Lorene looked over the countless works of art set out for sale, with the former simply trying to find the most valuable piece to try and gain a five-finger discount on it while the latter was more concerned with trying to learn the history behind the pieces, Calendine had quickly grown bored of the stall. He was a simple man with a short attention span for boring things like literature and art, but loved activities that got his blood pumping. Unless it was exercise. Things like car chases and shootouts. But not with real guns, cause that brought a risk of death. Regardless, Calendine liked the simple things... and right now that 'simple thing' came in the form of dark-skinned woman he'd been watching (oogling) earlier. He was pretty sure she had caught onto him watching her and her smaller friend earlier, but he'd played it cool. Hard to see where someone's eyes were watching from behind sunglasses, so there was little chance she'd caught him, especially with how cool he'd acted when she'd caught him. Directed his gaze elsewhere like a badass. He was disheartened when he'd lost sight of them, but he was happy again once he'd found them at a stall not too far from them, eventually coming over to the one that Ardyn and Lorene were perusing. Calendine would do his best to look as if he was looking over the art, but from the corner of his vision he was eyeing up both newcomers. The shorter of the two, at least from what Calendine could see, looked fairly youthful. Young enough to probably be in school. The girl was probably the woman's daughter or little sister, and Calendine made a note that she'd probably be one hell of a looker when she got older before turning his attention back to the dark-skinned woman. Whether or not she noticed him eyeing her up or not, he'd do so. For his part, Calendine's 'activities' were not lost to Ardyn. He had, however, learned a long time ago that the best way to dissuade Calendine was to just let him act on his own and let the consequences be the teacher. Instead, his attention was devoted to the selection of paintings before him. While some of them were traditional paintings of lakes and forests and castles done in an assortment of colors and styles, there were some newer styles. Lifelike portraits of people Ardyn had never seen before, landscapes of cities down in dull, muted colors, and while it took Ardyn a little to find, buried beneath some of landscapes was a painting of a wildfire, burning with multiple bright colors under a red sunset. All in all, while Ardyn was generally impressed by some of the art here, there was sadly nothing here that would fetch a decent price if he were to sell it afterwards... and there was certainly nothing here that he'd want to keep. Though he'd continue to look over for anything he might have missed, it was hard to ignore the two women that had caught Calendine's attention, though Ardyn was discreetly eyeing them up for different reasons. Namely, to see if they might have anything of worth. "Might I ask if you are finding everything you are looking for, ladies? I've only just finished glancing over the rather large selection of art at this locale, so if there was anything you were looking for in particular, perhaps I might be able to aid you in your search?" Ardyn would approach the two women casually, keeping his question open to the both of them rather then just one or the other. Thankfully for Ardyn, Lorene was keeping the owner of the stall busy with some kind of deep conversation, asking incessantly about the paintings for sale, what inspired them to follow so many different styles, and of course, the story behind each piece that caught her eye. The poor flustered man would be kept busy for a while. Of course, there was something to be said about his current people of interest. The dark-skinned woman stuck out like a sore thumb in a place like Scotland, standing as she was at what Ardyn could only assume to be a healthy six feet... something that contrasted heavily with the shorter, paler woman close to her. If they were together, then it meant Ardyn had stumbled onto a fairly interesting pair. Interesting pairs meant interesting secrets, and secrets usually led to treasures of all kinds, either verbal or physical, so needless to say, Ardyn would do his best to appear as just an innocent bystander looking to make some idle conversation. Mooks Present
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| Queen Harmonia | Jun 7 2018, 11:04 PM Post #4 |
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Queen Harmonia, First of Her Name, Ruler of the Realm
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Although appreciating the beauty of their surroundings, Katrina didn’t let all of her senses get caught up in the atmosphere; especially not since her feline instincts and general street hardened experience told her that she was being watched. It had come and gone at first, that feeling of being observed by somebody, but it had returned now that she followed after her shorter companion. And of course, said companion was far from bothered about this fact. They were here to relax, unwind, and generally have a bit of fun before the frustrating part of their journey ensued when they reached the orphanage. The Amazonian woman knew this, and yet… She just couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling that filled her. She could, of course, be over-reacting at present. But, being cautious had afforded her a lot over her lifetime, until that fateful day when she snapped and was placed in a high security prison; AKA, the only time she threw caution to the wind. Otherwise, she was a careful woman, and it had served the group well in their travels now that their leader was a highly wanted target of WISH. While the tigress was internally fretting and worrying that somebody might have recognised them, Alana was perusing the next art stall with great intrigue. The styles weren’t entirely to her liking, but they weren’t as basic/ plain as previous stalls. It was also a far cry from the amazing gothic stall, but beggars couldn’t be choosers at a mainstream tourist hotspot in Edinburgh. To most people, this was considered art. It was traditional, and highly boring to the blonde woman. Nevertheless, she studied the paintings with feigned interest and played the part of an interested patron well enough. Her appraisal of half-decent brush stroke technique was interrupted, however, when a male voice from close-by addressed her. When had he gotten here? The petite woman turned to look at him, listening as he proclaimed that he knew the art styles and the like of all artist stalls here, so he could help them find something if they wanted. They? Ladies? Oh yeah, Katrina was along for the ride with Alana at present. Due to her companion’s serious nature and generally quiet demeanour, the louder and shorter of the pair often forgot when she was hanging around. She took a second to take note of the man’s distinguishing features, committing his face to memory and noticing that he had red hair, and a generally tall stature. He was probably around Katrina’s height, perhaps an inch taller or so, and wore clothing that reminded Alana of another period in time. They weren’t straight-up old per se, but the style certainly struck her to be from some older era. In fact, he almost fitted in well with the medieval buildings and facades around them. More importantly, she got the impression that this man was sizing them up for some reason or another. She was unsure of why, and whether he recognised who she was, but the whole concept amused her. A smile bordering on a smirk spread on her lips as she faced the stranger properly, waving a hand back and forth in a gesture for ‘no’ before speaking. “Thanks for the offer, but we’ve been to the other stalls here, too. My favourite style is the gothic one behind us.” She jabbed her thumb over her shoulder in indication of which stall she was referring to, and then paused as she looked past the man to see a woman speaking with someone. Judging by the small snippets she overheard, Alana guessed the man being conversed with was the artist of these paintings, and he was being grilled about… well, a lot of things, really. Was this red-headed man and that lady together? The platinum blonde woman folded her arms casually, leaning more weight on her left leg and generally appearing at ease; as if she wasn’t a wanted criminal at present. “You a tourist, then? It’s only people who don’t live around here that come to the Royal Mile.” She wanted to find out more about this mysterious man, and why there was a sheen of something intriguing behind his eyes. For some reason, she doubted that he was here alone. He had the gait of a leader, not a follower. Katrina watched on with somewhat wary emerald eyes, but otherwise said nothing. Her body language softened a small amount, but she remained stood up to her full height of 6ft; a quiet reminder that she was large, and therefore not to be messed with. “Psh, where are my manners.” Alana suddenly grinned and laughed, gesturing to herself with a casual wave of her hand. “Name’s Clio; ex-local of this wretched city, current artistic genius scouring for inspiration in my old stomping ground. And you are?” She introduced herself with a great amount of familiarity and ease, her golden tongue hard at work whenever she opened her mouth. One of her middle names had been agreed as being used as her undercover alias while they were travelling, due to despising her actual name and not being able to use her chosen alternative name due to her bounty being attached to it. There something about this guy that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, and she wanted to start figuring out what it was. Well, beyond the fact that he was clearly after something. |
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| Hal | Jun 10 2018, 09:34 PM Post #5 |
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Fell God of Waffles
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Ardyn listened as the small girl before him declined his offer, declaring a stall that sold gothic art to be her favorite as she did so. He'd take a moment to look over her to see the particular stall she was talking about. While from here, he couldn't really make out too many details, he could see some darker colors among the selections. He'd have to take a look later to see if there was anything worth taking. For now, Ardyn would keep his attention on the short woman and her much taller friend. The shorter of the two would ask if he was a tourist, stating that only visitors were ones who visited the Royal Mile. While the girl introduced herself as 'Clio' an ex-local and artistic genius, Ardyn would notice the woman accompanying her had softened somewhat, though still stood to her full height. A Guardian? "Well my dear, you were correct in your assumption that I am a tourist, stopping by our dear Scotland in order to take a small rest from my wordly travels... Though to hear you are an ex-local and genius in the arts is astounding. Compared to you, I fear I am a man of no consequence. Just a simple man traveling the world... but allow me to stand upon the ceremony of our meeting and introduce myself as Regis." Ardyn's introduction would be met with a gratuitous and extravagant bow towards the two women, with him removing his hat as part of the motion. Of course he wouldn't tell them his actual name in the off chance that they were people he had scorned in the past. Much like Regis was. Some random policeman that had thought of doing his duty while Ardyn had set his eyes upon something. It hadn't lasted long. "So, Ms. Clio, you claim to be an ex-local, correct? Perhaps then I should be asking you for aid in my search, no? I want to see the sights of this rather quaint and aged locale, but haven't the foggiest idea of where to even start looking. Of course, this 'Royal Mile' in and of itself has already been a nice first stop, what with so many wonderful vendors showing their wares... I simply must see what else there is to offer." Ardyn would, as before, do his best to put on a gentle smile. Having hear the boisterous man speaking, Calendine would saunter over, saddling himself up beside Ardyn... of course, his own attention wasn't on "Clio", but rather, on the rather large woman accompanying her. The man would straighten out his jacket and approach her, trying to look as cool as he possibly could as he attempted a charming smile for the woman. He had to look up at her, but he'd extend a hand to her. "You know, I've always wanted to meet an angel. Never thought I'd find one in Scotland. The name's Calendine Savance, my sweet flower. Charmer extraordinaire, and hopefully the man who'll show you the way to paradise." Calendine would keep a hand extended to the woman, and while Ardyn wouldn't try to stop him, the fingers on his left hand would twitch. He chose now of all times to try and hit on people? While he was trying to get close to them, no less? If the woman didn't end up killing Calendine, then Ardyn must just have to do so himself. Mooks Present
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| Queen Harmonia | Jun 13 2018, 02:54 AM Post #6 |
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It had been a while since she had conversed with somebody this intriguing, and Alana wasn’t about to cut off the conversation any time soon. She got the impression from this redheaded man that he was looking for something; perhaps he had wanted to steal from both her and Katrina, but she couldn’t be sure. And considering that such a move hadn’t yet been made, the blonde felt confident enough in her charisma and conversational skills to keep him occupied while learning more about him and whoever he was with. From her observations, she could tell that he wasn’t from around here. For one thing, the Royal Mile was a tourist hotspot and locals would never visit here unless they were passing through. And in general, he just didn’t have the look of a Scotsperson. Having grown up in the miserable country, she felt pretty confident that she knew what the general ‘look’ of the Scottish was. So, she brought this up to gauge his reaction. Without missing a beat, he confirmed that he was indeed a tourist, and that he had been travelling the world in actual fact. How fascinating!! People who were touring the world always had interesting stories to tell, and they were most likely doing some pretty cool stuff. He proceeded to praise Alana and comment on how he was a man of no consequence compared to her, which appealed greatly to the platinum blonde woman’s ego. She smirked a small amount and admired the back of her hand after striking a pose befitting a true artist, as if her being a genius in the arts was no big deal. “Truly, you flatter me. You can be the judge of whether or not I’m an artistic genius if I show you my work.” She chuckled, her deep blue eyes slowly changing their hue to that of an excitable electric yellow. This was really getting interesting, and in being caught up with this conversation, she wasn’t really controlling a solid colour of her hair and eyes. That aside, the stranger introduced himself as Regis. Cool name. It sounded as if it were in a similar vein of her given name; Clio. There was something pretty regal-sounding about them. “Pleasure to meet ya.” She greeted the tall man, nodding her head once and sinking into a more relaxed, unassuming pose than her previous showy and over-the-top one. Given the fact that she had introduced herself under a false name, she was under the impression that others she conversed with might be doing the same. So while her companion had given the name Regis, she was also aware that, well… this might not be his name as much as Clio was hers. Nevertheless, she was enjoying herself. Katrina had relaxed a small amount; still standing up at her full height, but some of the tension in her shoulders had dissipated a small amount. She had confidence in the fact that her leader was far more competent with social interaction than the tigress was, and could read people better, too. If Alana was conversing without much of a care, Katrina could at least stop being so uptight. The petite woman listened as she was referred to as Ms. Clio, and tilted her head to the side as her new acquaintance mentioned that he was wanting to see the sights of this city. Regis expressed interest in straying away from the Royal Mile and seeing more of Edinburgh, and was asking for Alana’s assistance due to the fact that… well, she had once lived here. She appeared to be deep in contemplation for a second or two after his speech directed at her, and held up a hand that indicated her thoughtful state. “Well, I think that this place is pretty damn dismal and boring. But I suppose there’s a couple of nice places to visit if you’re wanting to see more of the city.” She grinned, lowering her hand just as a suave-looking man started to approach. Katrina’s body immediately tensed up again, recognising this stranger as being the one who had been staring beforehand. He stood beside Regis, proving a sort of affiliation between the two of them, and… Well, the Amazonian woman found herself being hit on. She raised an eyebrow with confusion written on her face. It had been many a year since any of the male sex had approached her, what with the reputation of ripping a man’s face off back in Beijing. And even while touring Europe, people just… didn’t approach her. Between her height and intimidating glare, she wasn’t exactly prime ‘romantic’ material. Alana immediately burst out laughing as this man called her companion an ‘angel’, and proceeded to flirt with the taller woman at her side. The laugh simmered into a small snicker by the time he finished, looking at him with mirth written in her eyes; their colour having now changed to a swirl of purples and silvers, giving them the appearance of a galaxy. “Are all of your friends this hilarious?” She asked Regis with a grin as she lowered her hand from covering her mouth, making the goofy expression entirely visible. Katrina looked down at her leader with a tilt of her head, much like an inquisitive cat, before turning her gaze back to the man who had ‘hit on her’. “If you are what people call an extraordinaire with ‘charming’, then I am concerned for those who believe this fact.” The dark-skinned woman proclaimed bluntly, folding her arms across her chest and otherwise not making any hostile movements. Most women would likely find offence or cringiness in such an approach, but Katrina was mainly just disappointed and confused. It was nothing like being wooed as she knew it. “My name is Katrina. I am loyal to Clio and share in all adventures with her. Do you indeed travel together, as my leader has mentioned?” She turned her attention back to Regis and away from this ‘charmer’ man, effectively flooring any chance he would have to flirt with her. And meanwhile, Alana was doing her best to stop herself from falling over with laughter. Honestly, Katrina’s bluntness was one of her favourite things at times. With a small cough to clear her throat and try to move on from laughing, the petite woman gestured to the cobbled streets behind them. “Anyway, about things to see in this city. There’s obviously the castle up ahead which is open to visitors and stuff. Holyrood Park is passable, too. You can go for underground walks in the catacombs, if they’re running tours today for that. They’re supposed to be haunted.” She smirked somewhat, looking up at Regis to witness his reaction. 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| Hal | Jun 18 2018, 05:12 AM Post #7 |
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Ardyn took note of Clio's reactions as she responded to both his praise of her as well as his introduction. The strangest thing would be how her eyes changed from a deep blue to that of a rather bright yellow. A quirk, perhaps? Regardless, his ploy seemed to have payed off, as the woman took on a more relaxed stance, something that turned a corners of Ardyn's ever-persistent smirk into a smile... of course then Calendine had sauntered in to hit on the woman. Thankfully, the larger woman seemed to have no intention on killing him, even throwing a bit of fire at him before turning her attention towards Ardyn asking if he traveled with him. Clio herself seemed to find it funny, asking if all of his friends were this funny, to which Ardyn could only give a small shrug at as he looked over his shoulder to find Lorene. He'd let loose a short, but shrill, whistle towards the woman to get her attention. Thankfully, she managed to catch the whistle, and turned to Ardyn just as he gestured for her to rejoin the group. She'd say a few parting words to the stall owner she'd been holding up before making her way over. "A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Katrina. To answer your question, Ms. Clio, no, not all of my friends are this hilarious. Some of them are regular old sticks in the proverbial mud, as it were, while others... well, I'd be remiss to say that I'd probably have died of sheer boredom if it were not for Calendine, here. But where are my manners! Let it never be said that Regis Alcurad does not introduce his friends! Allow me to introduce the lovely Ms. Lorene Descoteaux." Ardyn would place a hand on both Calendine and Lorene's shoulders before pulling them close to him in a friendly headlock. Calendine struggled to get out of Ardyn's grasp, while Lorene seemed absolutely lost as to what was going on. "It's uhhhh... a pleasure to meet you both?" From her held place at Ardyn's side, Lorene would give the two other women an unsure wave and a smile. Before she could ask anything more, Ardyn would let go of the two, essentially throwing them to his sides as he returned his attention back to Clio and Katrina. "Now where were we... ah yes, Ms. Katrina's question. Yes, we do indeed travel together. There are a few more of us, but they didn't feel like coming out to play today. How dreadfully boring they are. As for your suggestions... despite the nonsense you've uttered about such a locale being 'haunted', I think the catacombs certainly sounds like an interesting endeavor!" Lorene and Calendine both turned on Ardyn in bewilderment before they spoke their own thoughts. "But the park sounds so much more interesting, why can't we-" "Come on, man! It isn't every day we can see a real life castle! Leave the stupid sewers to the-" "Now children, it isn't like we're only here for one day. We can view all of those things tomorrow or even the day after that. Now, I say we go to the catacombs for today... Ms. Clio, Ms. Katrina? Do you two lovely ladies think you could guide us to this place you've mentioned? I fear I have no travel brochure or even a map to view, so the gesture would very much be appreciated." Ardyn would keep a smile directed towards Clio. While he himself believed a trip to some catacombs would be boring (such public places rarely held anything of value anymore), he figured it would be a good place to corner both women. The larger one might be a bit of a problem if it came to a scrap, but Ardyn was confident in Lorene to deal with it... And if that failed, he was confident that Calendine could hold them off long enough for them to beat a hasty retreat. Mooks Present Stats
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| Queen Harmonia | Jun 19 2018, 07:55 PM Post #8 |
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What had started as a dreary day without much purpose beyond avoiding a trip to Edinburgh’s orphanage had turned into something… quite unexpected. A certain petite woman was having an absolute blast at the expense of this Calendine dude after a failed flirting attempt with Katrina, and said Amazonian woman was completely lost during the whole thing. She decided to let it slide and simply move on, which led to both travelling companions asking their own questions of Regis. That being said, Alana’s question wasn’t exactly requiring an answer. However, it prompted Regis to look back towards the woman who had been asking countless questions of the artist at this stall, before whistling to get her attention and get her to join the small gathering that had formed. Apparently not all of Regis’s accomplices were as funny as Calendine, which was a shame in all honesty, but things moved swiftly onwards the redheaded man went on to introduce the newest arrival. She looked suitably confused and taken aback, in no small part due to the strangers she was faced with, most likely. Regis gave himself a surname now, before introducing the woman now at his side with a face that spoke of utter confusion. Her acknowledgement of meeting Alana and Katrina even sounded like a question, and it had the petite woman of the bunch chuckling softly. Following that miniature introduction to his current travelling companions, Regis moved on to Katrina’s earlier question about whether they travelled together. He confirmed that they did, and that he had others who travelled with them, but they didn’t much like the prospect of hanging around in Scotland. Honestly, Alana couldn’t blame them, but decided to go along with the consensus that they were boring for not being here; nodding her head in agreement. Then came the blonde woman’s brief suggestions of where else they could go while visiting Edinburgh, listing three other locations that might be of interest that she didn’t despise. The castle right behind them, Holyrood Park which wasn’t too far away, and the catacomb tours which could be found at the other side of the majestic building at their backs. Apparently, Regis was positively enthralled by the catacombs (and dismissed the fact that they were haunted as being ‘nonsense’), and even when his friends showed interest in the other places, he was quick to interject. They were apparently sticking around for a couple of days, so surely they could see the castle and park tomorrow! Aside from this exchange being amusing, Alana couldn’t help feeling that it was a little bit… odd, too. Although the catacombs were pretty cool in a sort of macabre way, most people would prefer to see stuff like the castle first; especially since they were literally a stone’s throw away from it. She couldn’t ponder about how odd it was for very long, because Regis spoke up and asked if they could show him and his companions to the catacombs dud to him not having any means to navigate Edinburgh. A couple more soft alarm bells sounded in the petite woman’s head, but not enough to actively steer her away. This could be quite interesting, if her hunch was correct… she smiled, not skipping a beat as she gestured to the street on its path to the castle. “Sure. We can head this way and finish the Royal Mile and head to the other side of the castle grounds. Pretty sure the catacombs will be open today; the weather isn’t too bad… for Scotland, anyway.” Her smile turned into a grin, and she started leading the way. Without even looking at Katrina, she knew that her companion was far from happy with this arrangement. The tigress was no fool, and she was well aware that of the places offered up by Alana, the catacombs were likely to be the most secluded and probably the most unsafe. The skies above them threatened rain, as they always did when spending time in Scotland. Sunny days were few and far between; especially in the winter months. At the very least, it wasn’t actually raining, and the weather forecast simply proclaimed it to be cloudy with a small chance of showers later in the day. If there was one thing Alana hated more than being in her home country, it was the weather in her home country. And thankfully, she wouldn’t have to contend with dismal drizzle or rain on this particular day, which was always a win in her books. “Lorene, wasn’t it?” She suddenly spoke up while leading their small posse, looking back over her shoulder at the recently-introduced woman. Indeed, it had been the lady who was speaking to the artist for such a long time. “You a fan of art and stuff? I don’t think I’ve seen someone chew an artist’s ear off like that with questions for a long time.” She grinned and laughed good-naturedly, simply making some light-hearted conversation as she took up the role of a reluctant tour-guide. Not that she’d let her companions know that she was doing this reluctantly. No, as far as they would know, she was happy to assist and show them the best tourist hotspots in Edinburgh without charge because she was just that good of a person. … A debatable statement if ever there was one. While turned to face the group at her back at large, she studied the faces of Calendine and Lorene a little closer, as she had previously done to their leader of sorts, Regis. Peoples’ faces could say a lot about a person; sometimes, more than words ever could express. She casually rolled her shoulders shortly afterwards and went back to facing ahead of herself, making sure to choose the best pathway around the castle grounds. At least Calendine could see the medieval structure in all its glory from relatively close-up, and see the towering stone walls, parapets, and even touch the arrow notches if he so wished. Before long, they reached the far side of the grounds and Alana led the way down a set of wonky, carved stone steps. As they descended, the ground and rising walls would become damper, colder, and overall less inviting. Once at the bottom of this staircase, they faced an open hewn stone doorway, with a board of tourist information about the catacombs located next to it. Most tours took people from this entrance, to the far side of the city to showcase just how large the area underground really was, or vice versa. The petite woman turned and looked over her new companions, smiling and gesturing grandiosely with her petite hands as if she were presenting some great masterpiece. “Well, here we are! The somehow historic and great catacombs of Edinburgh.” She chuckled, folding her arms over her lacking chest as she fixed her gaze upon Regis. He was the one who had wanted to come here, after all. “If there isn’t a tour guide here, you can’t go into certain chambers and stuff, but there’s a main tunnel that goes a long way beneath the city.” She explained, and Katrina was sizing up the entrance with a small frown. If the consensus was that they would all go inside, she would not be happy. She’d have to walk through a cramped space with her head bent over for the entire journey… The two travelling companions briefly shared a glance, and the Amazonian woman tried to get a read on her leader’s expression. Did she have the same uneasy feeling gnawing at her? Was this honestly all fine, and their companions were indeed just simple tourists? 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| Hal | Jun 24 2018, 08:53 AM Post #9 |
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To Ardyn's absolute joy, Clio had agreed to his inquiry to guide them towards the catacombs of Edinburgh. If everything went according to plan, then sooner or later, he'd have two lovely ladies under his thumb, preferably backed into a corner in some dark tunnel out of everyone's sight, handing over everything they owned. Of course, to do such a thing to a woman as lovely and friendly as Clio would absolutely break Ardyn's heart... until their transaction was complete. After that, she'd be just another nobody upon the street, a simple blank face lost in a sea of nothingness. Ardyn would take in the remaining sights of the Royal Mile as they went along, and when Clio asked Lorene if she was a fan of art, Ardyn and Calendine both couldn't help the chuckle that escaped through their mouths, though Ardyn at least had the decency to try and hide his as a cough whereas Calendine's was more of an unrefined snort. She punched him roughly in the shoulder as her face began to match Ardyn's hair. "I... certainly appreciate art, how it can look and feel, but... well, I'm afraid I'm not so much of a fan of art. Sorry to disappoint. Never really been good at it or held any personal interest in it, sadly. No, I'm more interested in the history. Why was a piece created? What's the story behind it? What occurred in that period of time? Stuff like that. I'll leave the artsy stuff to people like Regis and Annatielle... though I think her form of 'art' involves a bit too much money for my liking." "Think that's the most sensible thing you've said today, Rene..." "If you two must insist on continuing with this childish behavior, I will need you to personally apologize to Ms. Clio for the misunderstanding that she was to guide three civilized adults, and is instead being asked to guide one parent and his spoiled runts. And I should ask that you refrain from speaking ill of Lady Antasio while she herself is not present to defend herself... No matter how true your words might be." Ardyn would separate the two again as Lorene moved to once again punch Calendine, growing steadily tired of their antics. He couldn't risk chasing off Clio when he was getting so close. He just needed an oppurtunity, a single moment to strike, but for now he'd need to remain patient. Ardyn, Calendine, and Lorene would continue to follow Clio has she guided them around, and while Ardyn would keep calm and sophisticated, Calendine and Lorene both gushed when the shorter woman took them close to the castle. As they continued, Ardyn noticed that the overall atmosphere had changed, growing less welcoming and more damning as they were led down a staircase. At the bottom was a board filled with information that Lorene, true to form, immediately began to look over for interesting bits of history. Calendine did his best to look bored, though in reality, he was dreading what was coming next. He could try and sneak off, but he'd learned long ago that if Ardyn wanted him with him, there wasn't a great deal the man could do to get away from him. Ardyn would laugh at Clio's words, as well the frown that had found a way to Katrina's face. "I've always said you can tell the history of a city either by the size of its graveyard, or by what lies beneath it. Besides, my dear Clio, tour guides are for more... common folk, wouldn't you say? If they really want us to see what their fair city has to offer, who are they to stop us from seeing it! Oh, and if you're worried about it being cramped, we could always leave in groups. Cool kids first, of course... Don't think I don't see you shivering like a leaf back there, Calendine. I know you hold no love for dark, cramped places, but what better way to conquer one's fears then by going through the tunnels hidden beneath a city!" Ardyn's declaration would be met with an honest laugh as he trudged forward, with or without Clio. His hope would be that she followed without her large companion, though if she came along it would be just easily. Calendine did his best to stand straight and tall, and Lorene would busily stay reading through the information present upon the board. If Katrina followed, so would they, otherwise they would remain where they were. Mooks Present Stats
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| Queen Harmonia | Jun 27 2018, 07:07 PM Post #10 |
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This group of rag-tag people were raising alarm bells faster and faster with the more time spent together, but Alana had already pegged that there was something untoward being planned for when they were at the catacombs themselves. In fact, she was almost counting on it. It sure would be fun to react in kind to whatever plan came into fruition for Regis and his two accomplices…!! Nevertheless, she opened up conversation as she led the way around the outside of the castle grounds which would lead them to the desired area. Judging by Calendine’s very uncivilised snort of laughter, it was very unlikely that Lorene wasn’t actually somebody who enjoyed art. And indeed, when she opened her mouth to speak she outlined how she was fascinated by the history of paintings, what drove an artist to paint, etc. Alana nodded, a wholly neutral expression on her face as she turned her head back over her shoulder to look at the woman who proceeded to mention some stranger’s name when it came to art and appreciating it. “So you’re an artist’s worst nightmare, got it.” After this very blunt proclamation, she went back to watching where she was going with a soft whistled tune leaving her lips. Regis reprimanded his two friends (or whoever they were to him, Alana was unsure as of this current moment), and she chuckled while the group continued to walk to their destination. “Anybody who likes art doesn’t grill the artist with boring questions like the history or what inspired them. Art just is; it exists, and if you can’t figure everything out for yourself… well, you shouldn’t be appreciating it at all.” Alana went on to say with an airy tone of voice, making sure to continue straight ahead with steady footing even on the cobblestones that would otherwise threaten instability. A smirk tugged up at the corners of her mouth as she glanced back once more, allowing this facial expression to be seen by whoever was watching her, before turning back to focus on the direction. “Sounds like you keep some charming company outside of these two, huh?” She asked Regis casually, hands coming to rest inside of her dress’s pockets with a very relaxed bodily posture. In spite of all the various alarm bells that had been raised throughout this walk, and even before then, Alana pressed onwards to their destination; the catacombs. She managed to keep a goofy smirk off her face as she headed down the uneven stone steps, feeling rather excited about what was to come in the most macabre way possible. At this point, she found herself inwardly goading Regis, wondering just what his plan was and why she had such a bad feeling gnawing in her gut. She smirked as she waited beside the tunnel’s entrance, arms folded over her chest and looking at the man who suggested this location to explore. He explained that tour guides were mere common folk, and they should surely explore where they wanted to go. This made Alana chuckle a small amount, flicking a hand over towards the board of information about the tours and such that were offered beneath the city. “Sure they are, but they have keys to the chambers that used to be prison cells and other off-limits areas. Our path will be pretty straight-forward.” She shrugged, making it obvious that she was far from bothered about this fact. Why was it especially important for Regis to go into such areas of the catacombs? Oh, she had a very good ideas as to why, but it wasn’t like she was about to acknowledge it out loud! That would ruin the fun and unpredictability of this situation. “I’m not at all bothered by cramped spaces, and Katrina can crouch a little as we go.” Alana withheld a grin from her face as she looked over to her companion innocently, eliciting a small sigh from the Amazonian-looking woman. “Yes, indeed.” The tigress agreed in her typical blunt manner, deciding to throw caution to the wind and to trust her leader. There had been few occasions where Alana hadn’t grasped a social situation and the like, so whatever she had planned, Katrina would follow and act accordingly. “Now then… shall we?” The Scotswoman smiled at her other companions, gesturing to the tunnel entrance with a flourish. As their ‘tour guide’, she would take the lead into the catacombs’ first, long tunnel, and she would insist that Regis, Calendine and Lorene followed after her. It only made sense for tourists to be in the best location to follow the guide, and get the best view of… well, the hewn rock tunnels, old iron doors and notches which contained oil lamps to light the way dimly, and so on. Katrina would bring up the rear provided that their companions were okay with being sandwiched together, pointing out her height and the difficulty she would have to crouch either in front of them or in between them. ‘Now… let’s see how long it takes for this plan of yours to come to the fore…!~’ |
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| Hal | Jul 6 2018, 09:19 PM Post #11 |
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Ardyn couldn't help but smile and give a little laugh at Katrina's response to being told she could crouch a little, even though admittedly Ardyn would need to crouch a little as well. The European man would follow Clio along as she took point, motioning for Calendine and Lorene to follow with Katrina bringing up the rear. The large woman could make things complicated if it came down to it, but Ardyn was confident that his two 'friends' would be able to handle her if it came down to a fight, while Ardyn would need to keep his hands occupied with Clio. As the group followed Clio, Ardyn would look around the stone tunnels, appreciating the dim lighting and the general close quarters. Most of the journey would be spent in relative silence as the thieving trio simply looked around and appreciated the view. Lorene most of all seemed to have died and gone to heaven if the expression on her face was any indication. Old architecture with a lot of history? This was right up her alley. Calendine for the most part seemed to be alternating between looking at his surroundings whenever something shiny caught his eyes and trying to sneak glances at Katrina. In stark contrast, Ardyn's eyes never left their surroundings, doing his best to avoid eye contact with the others. "So, Ms. Clio... care to tell us a little bit about these tunnels? I'm sure Lorene would absolutely love to hear a little bit about the history involved in such a place." Ardyn would pitch the question as the group moved through the tunnels. He himself didn't really care for a history lesson, or if Lorene would love one or not. What was important was getting to a location where they were well out of earshot and sight of any prying eyes, and getting far enough into the tunnels where Clio and Katrina could be easily dispatched without a chance for either of them to run off. "If you know about this place like Ardyn asked, you have to tell me! Places like these are so old and worn down, and sometimes the information is just lost altogether, so I need to know!" Lorene would dash forward away from Katrina and Calendine, shoving past Ardyn in order to get closer to Clio and ask for any information on the catacombs. She'd miss the momentary look of annoyance Ardyn flashed her as she beamed at Clio, but he'd make some room to accomadate his historically-obsessed companion. With only Calendine and Katrina taking up the rear, the wannabe suave man looked at the amazonian woman with a smirk that was somewhere between charming and a request to be punched in the face. "So does a lovely lady such as yourself have any plans for the evening? Figured I'd ask since my own plans have a slot reserved for an angel, and you seem to be the only one I can find that fits the bill. So how about it, huh? Just me, you, maybe a bottle of wine?" His fear of close spaces and the atmosphere aside, Calendine kept up his charming act to try and woe the amazonian woman. The tactic he'd employed had a small rate of actually landing him a friend for the night... while the rest of the time left him hit by a car, thrown out of a bar, punched in the face, and at one point even with a broken arm. He'd learned to stop flirting with anyone associated with Ardyn after that. Mooks Present Stats
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